A/N. Most of my chapter updates will be quite infrequent with me juggling about a thousand different things. I have decided to write in a sequence. Odd numbered chapters will be quite tame gore wise and even numbered chapters quite gore filled.
Chapter 2
"wh…wh…what?" stammered Mr crimson.
"You have discovered our secret facility. You are now an enemy of this beautiful country. You will be stripped of your titles, your possessions, your dignity and possibly your sanity." Celestia and Luna sated in perfect unison. "Your life as Falfrea Crimson is now over. You are now inmate 73." And with this last foreboding remark, he was held down by two burly Pegasi and a Unicorn binding spell. A pony in a white lab coat with a dust mask injected him with propofol and after about 30 seconds he stopped struggling and lay still.
When he woke up, Mr Crimson had a splitting headache and for a few minutes he couldn't see where he was. When his vision cleared he saw he was in a small cell made from solid stone with a small opening for him to see out and for food and air to come in. He looked out and saw rows of cells like his. It all came rushing back to him. "INMATE 73, PREPARE FOR INITIATIONS!" boomed a voice over a loud speaker. Within a minute three ponies appeared and opened his cell. They all wore brilliant white; skin tight suits, with strange looking breathing apparatus on their faces. They pulled him out and walked him down the corridor. As he neared the end, the screams began. The door read CDFRDT. Criminal Detention Facility for Research, Development and Testing. The door slid opened to expose a long corridor with intense white colouring. He was led into a room. It must have once been white. The predominant colour was now red. Blood red. The walls were white and some of the ceiling but the floor was coated in it. There was a chair with ropes around the legs and armrests. This was especially dirty. They sat him in this chair and tied him up. By this time, Mr Crimson was fully awake and he thrashed to break his bonds but they were too tight. At this precise moment, the doctor walked in with his assistants. He was a unicorn pony with a light grey coat, a white mane and a scalpel cutie mark. He went over to Falfrea and said: "My name is Doctor Anton. I specialise in a very specific field. Cybernetic and organic relationships. And you, Mr… Umm… Falfrea Crimson, will be my first patient." He then told Falfrea what procedure he was going through today. "No. You can't do this. It's inhumane (if that's the right term),"Said Mr Crimson.
"We can my friend," Said Anton with a smile, "trust me, we can." He laughed manically. After his bout of laughter died down, the doctor left the room for a minute and when he returned, he was pushing a trolley with a hammer, a scalpel and three strange looking devices. "Do you want the hammer to knock you out or do you want to remain conscious?" asked the doctor. "The hammer might cave in your skull and kill you but it could just render you unconscious. You will certainly pass out from the pain if you choose to remain conscious and you might die from the nature of the procedure either way. You might die also from blood loss, we might kill you by making a mistake and you will certainly not come out of the other side of this operation the same pony," he stated. "So… Do you want hammer or no hammer?"
"No hammer," said Falfrea through gritted teeth.
"OK, that's fine by me," said Anton with a smile, "Let us begin!"
The doctor picked up the scalpel, and standing at the wall he pressed a button and Mr Crimson felt the chair lower to a lying position. It had become an operating table. "You will be a breakthrough in medical science," He whispered, "if you survive." And then without warning, he plunged the scalpel into Falfrea's eye and chopped until it was totally destroyed; a mangled gloop of fluid and chunks dripped down the pony's face and splattered onto the floor. Falfrea screamed and soon, his voice was lost amongst the agonised screeches of the enemies of his country. When the eye was finished, it was scooped out of the now red and raw socket and incinerated in the room's furnace. By this time, Mr Crimson had passed out and he lay limp on the operating table. "Wake him up. I want to hear him scream more" said the Anton. One of his assistants injected Falfrea with shot of adrenaline. He woke up shaking. "Hello again!" said the doctor. "And now, without further ado, part two!" He shouted.
He pressed Mr Crimson to the table and started to cut around the back of the eye socket. Falfrea started to scream again as blood spurted out of his now exposed veins and arteries. He lasted longer this time, he finally passed out when the back of his eye socket was removed and his brain exposed. "Dust masks everypony" said Anton, as they started the most dangerous part of the operation, the cybernetic brain implant. "This isn't the most precise science," said the Doctor as he pushed the three sharp prongs deep into Falfrea's brain. As soon as the device stopped moving, the light on the front started flashing until it had a solid red light. "Good," said Anton, "he survived."
"Our analysis showed that he had a sixty per-cent chance of survival" said one of his assistants.
"Yes they did. But you can't always trust statistics, can you?"
After admiring his handiwork for a while, the doctor manipulated the wire on the tray and attached the end into a port in the brain implant. He then put the third item on the tray in the other end of the wire and fitted it into the empty eye socket. After another shot of adrenaline, Falfrea woke up. His eye blinked open but the one that had been replaced stayed dark. After a few seconds of frantic worry, a light began to flicker in the bulb. The red light then flashed on brightly before dimming to an ordinary light of mediocre brightness. After 15 years of life, Falfrea Crimson died.
A/N. If you enjoyed this chapter and want me to have a go at writing a creepypasta on the same subject aka. About what happens in the CDFRDT please leave me a PM about it. If I get 15 different requests then I will do it.